Poetic Delicacies from Mauritius

Anoucheka Sweety Gangabissoon

When faced with monsters
The inner universe in me
Opens up its portals
And plays for me
Ethereal sounds
Engulfing me in waves
So huge, so rogue
That my soul gets immersed
In a world where there exists
Only me and my God
Engaged in endless games of love!

When I am faced with monsters,
The skies refuse to turn dark,
Rather, they sparkle with silvery hues
And echo of songs
Sung by celestial beings
All caring solely for the wellbeing
Of Earth and its many children
Who, like me, cannot care about
The gruesome sight of monsters

And when those monsters pounce
My guardian angel mutters spells
And annihilate the very minute particles
Of monsters, who are never meant to be seen
In the arena of Existence again
For monsters
Have not their place in a realm which
Is meant to be replica of the garden 
Where God Himself resides!

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

My God plays with me
Teasing my mind,
Making my heartbeats rush
And having me throw tantrums
As would a child!

My God plays with me
He brings on my way entities
Ready to slay my love for him
And enjoys watching me fight them off!

My God dances in the expanse of existence
And reminds me yet again 
That I am his conscience
And that without me
He becomes worthless!

Whilst He dances, the portals of love
Open in my soul
Weaving between us
A love story that is a memento 
Of the life I lived here, on an Earth
Which is impalpable and transient!

My God teases me,
Bids me to love the world
Whilst hating it
All the while, carved out on my forehead
Bears the promise of love that I made to Him!

Dovishka Muskaan Shaib

Born with the same cries,

My brothers and sisters ask,

“Mother I am your child,”

Similar to this query of mine,

My brothers and sisters ask,

“Mother I am your child,”

“But why do you let me cry,

This time I asked,

“Some nights I smile,”

“Bliss over the clouds,”

“While some nights are dark,”

“Mother, why do you let me cry,”

While times of mine are dark, `

Lamps light at last,

My brothers and sisters smile,

This time I ask,

“When times of mine,”

“Seem to be blessed this time,”

At the same time,

My brothers and sisters ask,

“Mother I am your child,”

“Why do you let me cry”,

A child, a daughter, a brother,

Of this world, we call mother

Sometimes tears of smiles,

While sometimes we ask,

“Mother I am your child,”

“Why do you let me cry”,

You have one life, be yourself, who knows that you being too much is the light of someone else.

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

I trust the good in Man,
The ability of his to choose
The path laden with white roses
Rather than the one loaded with shadows

I trust the sparkles in his eyes
When he smiles whole heartedly
Regardless of whether his wrinkles get accentuated
Or whether he stands as the one who lost

I trust the good in Man
The talent of his making him capable of writing
The stories of others
Or in his aptitude to sing
For those whose existence remains riddled with
Suffocating silence

I trust humankind
For all it requires, is a set of cards well laid out
So that its interpretation
Reads out wholesome positive outcomes
For, after all,
Man is just the divine personified
And like God,
He simply needs to be revered!

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Peace is mischievous, like a child
It keeps playing hide and seek
With us all, since it knows that
We are blinded and can see only up till
The tips of our noses!

Peace taunts us
Pushes us up beyond our limits
And seeks to break us
Only to test our faith to it

Peace, though, is not to be underestimated
It has the power to ignite fires in oceans
And to pull stars from the night sky

Yet, most of the times
We merely see that to have it given its glory
Wars, violence, injuries and harshness
Are used and peace only comes in
As a condition imposed!

Pray,
If magic were transmitted though words
Peace would be born in every heart
And maybe,
Just maybe, then
We could imagine a world
Sung with the beats of its bliss!

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

A hesitant smile paints itself upon my face
The night, from my window,
Seemed so scary whilst being so warm at the same time!

Looking at it, shadowy, silent, dark, weighing down
Waves surge up in my inner self
Probing me to question my choices
To wonder at the future
And to shudder at the idea that
I may be simply fooling myself and
That I nursed my wounds
Simply by foraging for myself,
An underground fortress,
In which I proclaimed myself queen!

The waves recede at times
And have me feeling wistful
The sweet and rosy gifts my fate
Has placed upon my hand
Are somewhat a token of love from the divine
And armed with this love
There should be no place for hesitation
Or for fear at what the future shall turn out to be!

The dark night seems to be watching me as I watch it
It invites me to explore its depths
While I choose to remain rooted in my chair
For it can be unpredictable
Just like the waves that lap in my shore!

The tunes of regret play on in my fortress
And the night bids me to understand
That that which didn’t come into my palms
Was never meant to be!

The smile broadened on my face
The waves shall keep lapping
And the night shall accompany me for some more time
Wise words shall be enounced
And I breathe in the silence of the dark night!

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Has the clock moved so fast
That the sceneries of my country
No longer resemble the teachings imparted to me
Thereby laying emphasis on the need for respect
For one and all?

Stepping out of the house used to be flowery
As the streets were laden with brothers and sisters
Having smiles carved out on their faces
So much that hands would always be ready
If ever times of need showed up!

It was not that long ago that I was being taught
That my island is an example for the whole world
And that this image has to be maintained at all costs
Merely because, in my island, lives matter
And since lives matter,
Values, respect and faith are to be placed at the forefront!

Acknowledging faith requires respect
And acclaiming respect involves having faith
Regardless of the belief!

The clock keeps ticking
Life has progressed to its peak
We now live with comfort in all fields
Be it in technological tools or in medical procedures
And amidst this flow,
My island only seeks to feel the bliss that a mother receives
When all her children are content with their due
And that comes with us all tipping our hats to the brothers and sisters
That we meet on our everyday calls!

Pushmaotee Subrun

Since girlhood, triumph over triumph,
Petty victories over siblings kept me afloat with oomph.
Came schooling, with much success,
Making me cherish my cargo of happiness.

I tried with might and main, my joys to harness,
Strongly to tether the triumphant moments,
Deeply in the inner core of my existence.
Seen it tempest tossed a hundred times,
Shaken, challenged, bruised,
Mocked, insulted, belittled,
But, like the phoenix I have risen to build my boat of life,
Despite innumerable strife.
Hazards presented often but my efforts were not in vain,
Though came thunder, lightning and rain.

With more patience, with more tolerance
With assiduity, and endurance,
Managed to salvage and celebrated my coveted triumphs.
A successful career added to my trophies of triumph,
In the journey of my life,
As a daughter, educator, wife, mother,
Bearing sweet fruits as grandmother.

To be crowned now with love, confidence,
And gifted by the Gracious Lord some plus years,
To go to greater triumphs in the world of soulful beauty,
Blissful serenity, on the wings of Poesy.

©Pushmaotee Subrun

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Swivelling humans carrying on their shoulders
Debts
Owe money to banks,
To credit organisations,
To their relatives
Owing so much, yet, unable
To walk on, free and carefree
As this world is made so;
It is itself enslaved to a routine
That binds it to rotate upon itself
And hence, humans dance along
To its tunes,
Believing themselves to be happy
Whilst being chained!

Swivelling humans, drunk in their indebtedness
Feel not the growing weight of their spiritual due,
That which boldly reminds them
That life is transient and frivolous
And that the main aim of living on Earth
Is to shed off that due
And to grow in worth
So as to reach worlds in whose soils
The earthly debts would just seem
Like routines made of absurdity
When faced with the glory of existence!

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Notre monde est malade
Alors que j’observe le tumulte de ma fenêtre,
Je me sens comme un nuage sombre,
Maussade et déprimée,
Prête à faire le saut vers
Les vignes de raisins rouges,
Où je prendrai le temps
D’en savourer la douceur,
Afin d’oublier ce qui meurtrit mon cœur.

Notre monde est malade
Et seules les chansons d’amour peuvent apaiser ma mélancolie.
Être forte, c’est aussi être maussade,
Triste et en colère à la fois.

Ces chansons viennent à moi
Comme des bulles de savon, insouciantes et légères,
Pour éclater au-dessus de mes nuages embrumés
Et me faire respirer les frissons de l’été.

Les yeux fermés,
À l’abri dans mon monde intérieur,
Je ne peux que faire semblant que notre monde n’est pas malade !